Till death do we start
Our union doesn’t end
Rather it begins
at cemetery gates
A razor blades gleam
A symbol in place of a ring
No groomsmen
Bridesmaids
Or adorners
Rather coroners
Pallbearers
And mourners
We’ll dwell upon hallowed grounds
Reside inside the mausoleum walls
A romance felt under moonlit skies
As twisted trees mark the occasion
Our spirits walk lightly upon fallen leaves
This path spans an eternity
You and I in ancient rhyme
Eclipse the light and end of time